Immediately after she disappears in and out, the microwave they're standing in front of shrills.
They grab a pot holder and pull the little pack of cheap lasagna out. They're hungry, but the other stuff they watched her drop on the couch looked fancy, so they don't want to get sauce all over their new whatever-it-is.
Mom's getting her own stuff in order and they're back in their room in less than a minute, setting the food and barely-open container on their flimsy endtable and sitting on their bed hard enough to bounce the box (and their pillows) up a couple inches. They really hope it's not a...a...ceramic thing.
It's hard to open the thing, 'cause there's tape and they haven't got many sharp things. They don't feel like going out in the kitchen to get a knife, so there's some creative fiddling and pencil-puncturing to solve the problem instead, and then they've triumphed over the now-slightly-mangled box.
They're far more careful once they reach inside, brushing the packing peanuts aside and gently fastening their fingers around the sheet and the object before they lift it nearer to their face.
...
Pulling the wrapping down, their brow furrows at the face they're staring at. It's kinda weird.
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Date: 2017-02-12 04:55 am (UTC)They grab a pot holder and pull the little pack of cheap lasagna out. They're hungry, but the other stuff they watched her drop on the couch looked fancy, so they don't want to get sauce all over their new whatever-it-is.
Mom's getting her own stuff in order and they're back in their room in less than a minute, setting the food and barely-open container on their flimsy endtable and sitting on their bed hard enough to bounce the box (and their pillows) up a couple inches. They really hope it's not a...a...ceramic thing.
It's hard to open the thing, 'cause there's tape and they haven't got many sharp things. They don't feel like going out in the kitchen to get a knife, so there's some creative fiddling and pencil-puncturing to solve the problem instead, and then they've triumphed over the now-slightly-mangled box.
They're far more careful once they reach inside, brushing the packing peanuts aside and gently fastening their fingers around the sheet and the object before they lift it nearer to their face.
...
Pulling the wrapping down, their brow furrows at the face they're staring at. It's kinda weird.